Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
Turn me
Guru, let's go get 'em
This time it's for the my nigga
stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for this
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
With so different flows
This ones for song
The one I'll switch up
This one get bit up
These
To lazy to up shit
They
They don't pictures
just trace me
You what
they forget who they plucked
They whole from
And try to the outcome
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm only up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I my own flow is foolish
So the rings and you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
more can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody than H-O-V
And I'm for more
New York's
Prime back to finish my business up

What more can I
What can I do?
I this all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already know I'm about
birds down south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
Stunting on
off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they I make payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to and Caheos
case loads
I give a shit
one life to live I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga ups
S dots on my
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru the beat

We gonna let this into the hook
I'ma my fingers on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
they got you in a mag
For like half a
And your ass Lilly

That mean that shit you write be illy
Either that or your is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Martha
far from Jewish
Far a Harvard student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In I'm just previewing it
ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
to the music
The Maybach roof is
Niggas got a Houston
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
these streets did to me
So me
Letting these nit pick at me
me like a pickiny
I will
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
her please forgive me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why would I care
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
nobody
Look what I
The soul of a hustler I really ran the
I mine
marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole of times
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a of times
that by my influence
On pop
I to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)